Out Da Bando

This my shit right chea Let's go two step with me Straight up out da bando (Out da bando necca) Pots to hot to handle (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah I'm strapped like Rambo (I'm going Rambo necca) I do magic like Orlando (Wah la) Straight up out da bando (Out da bando necca) Pots to hot to handle (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah I'm strapped like Rambo (I'm going Rambo necca) I do magic like Orlando (Wah la) These rappers need some recess My plug don't speak no English (el hefe) Been juggin since the am Good smoke got me Motherfucking faded It's a must I go ape shit Put me to the test I just ace it No comparison I ain't arrogant J Vic just slay shit Re up whip it and flip it Don't forget about the glizzy I'm making plays from the scrimmage Diminish I ain't even playing My level don't come with no limit Audio dope when I mix it Got it jumpin out da skillet Better work on your cardio I'm running shit like a sprinter Summertime in December Cold winters in the summer I'm just ready to rumble Greatest shit feeling like I'm Ali All no work no play necca Ball hard no concrete Wanna chill up in the backseat Holla at my chauffeur forty five in the holster Double gs on the loafers Dream chasing bout to catch that Going hard where da bag at Shout out boosie I'm a bad azz Still trill with hashtag Master plan get the bread with The whole team Bando bungee jumping necca like a trampoline Straight up out da bando (Out da bando necca) Pots to hot to handle (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah I'm strapped like Rambo (I'm going Rambo necca) I do magic like orlando (Wah la) Straight up out da bando (Out da bando necca) Pots to hot to handle (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah I'm strapped like Rambo (I'm going Rambo necca) I do magic like orlando (Wah la) In da bando finessing In da bando I'm sweating In da bando think a million ways Like a rubberband stretch it Feelings I'm catching yeah for the money Styrofoam cup yeah it's really muddy F*ck with me get da cutty Chasing that bag no lovey dovey Break it down like a karate chop Money dancing yeah I diddy bop Have knots no handouts go at your top like a headlock Daddy smiling down on me Ain't done till he proud of me This for people talking down on me Throwing techs yeah they foul homie Tupac all eyes on me In da bando where da thugs at Lotta bands in da nap sack I'm going postal like a mailman Illest necca so fall back Saran wrap on da stash Orange Fanta with act Nice roley with da dab Straight up out da bando (Out da bando necca) Pots to hot to handle (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah I'm strapped like Rambo (I'm going Rambo necca) I do magic like Orlando (Wah la) Straight up out da bando (Out da bando necca) Pots to hot to handle (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah I'm strapped like Rambo (I'm going Rambo necca) I do magic like Orlando (Wah la)